Woman Of Word

By Sheen Khurdi

I'm a woman of words

I'm a woman of works

Don't need nothing

Don't need nobody

I can smile for myself

However broken within

Quivering, whimpering

Cold and scarred

Shattered, bleeding

Insides marred

Curse me, use me

I'm made of stone

But you will only see

The serenading bird

I'm a woman of words

I'm a woman of works

Earning seconds of love

Yearning for so much more

Thumping, breathing

Expecting beyond

Shades of grey

More than black and white

My face is red

My hands shy and weak

My heart the temple

My mind cant tweak

As nimble as it may all seem

My knees still rock strong to steer

I'm a woman of words

I'm a woman of works

The clutter of whispers

The shadow of nerves

Follow me around

Wherever I go

Escape it not

Even if you hide

Embrace the sham

The way of life

Beaten, tired

Given up long

Yet I fight all your wars

Yet my sword glimmers unscarred

I'm a woman of words

I'm a woman of works

I pray for nothing

I care for none

And yet I bleed

When you ask

Yet I kneel

Whenever called

All I need

Is a little love

All I heed

Is more than deserved

I am that woman

Who keeps my word.

By Sheen Khurdi